Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Doug's Big Adventure
In the medical supplies kept for the goats there were syringes. I filled one with warm milk and sat down with Doug (by this time I knew his name was Doug) for his breakfast. With tiny paws on the "bottle," Doug lapped up a little more, gaining strength. He'd become cold and dehydrated during his night alone. I heated a beanbag and put Doug, wrapped in clean wool from Poppy, on top. He snuggled down and closed his eyes for a nap. With cats in the house and my inexperience with wild babies, it would not have been right to try to raise him by myself. I called Sierra Wildlife Rescue. This is a nonprofit, all-volunteer group and they could not have been nicer. With no hesitation, they agreed to take Doug, saying they'd just received three other baby squirrels and he would fit right in. I was very happy to be assured that, so far, I'd done all the right things for this little guy. With distance being a factor, Wendy and I agreed to meet up at the market for the transfer. I packed up Doug and he went for a trip in the truck. Boy, will he have stories to tell! It was with some reluctance that I said goodbye, but it was for the best, Doug's best.